Marnie
“I need to know if what that cunt told me is true.”
How am I supposed to answer this?
Peter told him?
Everything?
I should have been the one to tell him! But I can’t be angry. I should have told Draven when he first brought me home. But I was terrified.
How was I to know Draven would be this wonderful.
“Tell me, Marnie. If we’re to have any kind of future, I need to know what happened.”
“You’re going to leave me?! I know I hurt you by keeping this from you, and I have no excuses why I didn’t other than I was scared. Please don’t leave me! I’ll do anything!”
Yeah, yeah, I know, panicking when I have no real reason to, but I still have a mild concussion, and I’m not able to really think about things the way I usually would. My breathing is becoming erratic. I’m going to cry!
